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We flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream
When the cars don't when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors when we leave the
There nobody here that we'd keep out
the way we do it in our town, yeah

You never me apologize
For growin' up strong, up right
life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an'
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Ain't no burnin' on our Court House Square
You see Old Glory everywhere
There ain't no Valley joint five-star atmosphere
Daddy's grown beef's what's for dinner here
An' we it down with a tall, cold beer, yeah

You never hear me
For growin' up strong, up right
Livin' by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio
I thank the Lord I was born an' bred
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crows, six a.m.
John Deere pulling plow again
Spit on your face, hands in the
Ain't nothin' better on great earth

You never me apologize
For growin' up strong, up right
life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green for miles an' miles
Ain't but country on the radio dial
I thank the good I was born an' bred
Well, I thank the Lord I was born an' bred
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